June 19, 2024
Prison
I live in a little prison I built myself,
It is the opinion of everyone I care.
It is the presuppositions from my belief,
That even strangers pause to look at me in disbelief!
A glance towards me I perceive as judgemental;
A smile thrown at me seems a little unreal,
A compliment sows seeds of doubt -
Was it meant? Or was it a veiled contempt?
I often long to wear my thoughts positive,
But I feel the gaze as mocking and vindictive.
I hide in my shell, lonely and sad-
Why can't I break the shackle that binds me?
To a painful misery that my mind conjures.
I long for a life of freedom and tranquility,
An escape from the prison of my minds' insanity,
To the world of smiles, embrace and positivity.